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Reasons to be cheerful !
Noviembre 9th a Noviembre 15th 2012
We have managed to escape from Camping Los Gallardos (or Dales Farm under new management, as Señor calls it). Señor y Señora assure me that when actors in "East Enders" and "Coronation Street" are retired or made redundant they are sent there. Señora says that she was chatting with Dot Cotton only a couple of minutes ago in the bar. Señor says that he is sure that he saw Dirty Den beat ...
Fruit and Nuts !
... as we set out since we are now completely lost. Unfortunately, strategy, planning and transport haven't been communicating. It's a cock up. Señora eventually gets out the directions, much to Senor's disgust and anger, "you should have had those out when we started". One gives directions off the A7 another off the AP7 both are misleading. Señor says "you're head of strategy and planning, where are we?" Señora can't read a map to save her life, but thinks its off the AP-7. ...
Anchovies,asparagus or artichokes! (Caroline)
... campsite receptionists can speak English, German and french very well. After we arrived late , to a fairly ugly site we thought we'd treat ourselves to some food out. We set off in daylight at 7 pm along the water front which after the first 10 mins was quite pleasant. We headed to a restaurant recommended again in the Rough Guide. On the way the along the waterfront path we got a great display of male Spanish stroppyness/ assertiveness. A man on his bike ...
Almerimar, Granada and seaside commune
... in Steve became concerned about the depth of water we were in. It was only 1.5m then so we weighed anchor and motored across to the other side of the bay to be sheltered by the rock face opposite.
This was a mistake as it turned out. The boat was sheltered from the wind but not from the swell. We got supper and then watched a movie with the use of the new t-byte external hard drive which has hundreds of films downloaded onto it. After the film it was a ...
Old wrecks and big guns
... and getting hopelessly lost. This time we emerged right in front of the town hall where there were pretty flower beds and fountains, just round the corner from the Episcopal palace and the cathedral. The front of the cathedral is an amazingly Baroque confection, completely disguising the old 14th century original. On the way in I made the mistake of giving some change to a beggar. Of course ...